Night Lovers

<p>Here men don’t talk much. They work with their hands smell of sweat and smoke and carry desire like a loaded weapon. Night Lovers is a collection of raw masculine short stories where sex is never just sex—it’s power silence struggle and surrender. These are stories of real men: guarded grounded and driven by a hunger they can barely admit let alone resist.</p><p>In the title story Night Lovers a young man lies still in the dark pretending to sleep as the door clicks open once again. A man enters—naked sure of himself already hard. Their nightly ritual begins without words. It's not love not even affection. It's something older more primal. He touches him. He takes. And the boy silent throbbing yields.</p><p>He pulls back the covers slow and sure like opening something sacred. My skin meets the moonlight and then his hand. He strokes me once twice until I shift beneath him. That’s all he needs. His mouth follows. Heat wraps around me wet and deep. I grab his hair and guide him down. Only then does he look up—those eyes dark and full of want finally meeting mine.</p><p>When two bodies speak no words are needed.<br />Some nights never end at dawn.</p>